There is something in my bag that would make this whole situation a lot better. But from the front row, I’ll have to be pretty covert about it if I don’t want the professor to catch on. I have a “good student” reputation to defend, after all, and I can’t ruin that in my first semester. My professor – a boisterous and imposing woman with a thick German accent who could probably break me in half with a glare – is also not someone whose bad side I want to explore. But these three-hour-long Anthropology 101 night classes just kill me.
I cough quietly as I pull it out; a diversion. I adjust my notebook atop the desk so that what’s happening on my lap cannot be seen from the professor’s vantage point. Just a few pages is all I need.
I devour one page, and then another, and then another. The feeling of unbridled pleasure rises from within me, but my attentive expression doesn’t change; I’m trained in acting, after all.
Behind me, I hear a quiet snicker. Someone is on to me. A shock of adrenaline pulses through my goody-two-shoes nerves, but the professor doesn’t notice anything. I send a scolding glance backwards with a half-turn of my head and adjust my chair.
He adjusts his chair too, and continues looking over my shoulder. Soon the occasional quiet snickers turn to audible laughter as he can’t contain it any longer.
The professor shoots a look of disapproval in our direction. Frustrated that he has ruined the moment for me, I hastily shut the large and rather unwieldy book of Calvin & Hobbes comics and shove it back into my bag.
Neither of us knew it at the time – we barely knew a thing about one another – but I’m pretty sure that was the moment I won his heart. Before the semester was out, I got to know the edgy, mysterious-looking, faux-hawk sporting, black-and-pink nail polish wearing third year as a funny, intelligent, adventurous guy who had a cat named Calvin and a motorcycle named Hobbes and very nice hands that I might want to try holding one day.
On the Saturday after our last class, we went on our first date. Four years ago today, we tied the knot on a mountaintop in the snow… and it was all downhill from there.